Glow Mates

Heart Monitor

Sorry about the last chapter (not  really) but here's another! Thank Yall for reading again it means so much to me. I love you all! Also I got a new schedule at work and got mornings and I don't have like any downtime at all so the next 3 months will be a bit slower in updating so I'm sorry about that...

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Everything going on around me was a big blur. It moved so quickly. The siren rang as we quickly trudged through the snow. We took turns slowly but sped quickly. I slowly turn my head to face one of the paramedics.

"Don't worry, buddy. You'll be ok." his voice was soothing and smooth like honey. A few minutes go by and I hear a faint sound of a helicopter whipping the sky. Dean.

The sound quickly faded as it passed over our heads. But soon enough we found ourselves at the hospital. Was I in the helicopter? The drive here seemed so quickly. And I know we were at least 45 minutes away, maybe even more with snow and possible traffic.

The doors open and I'm quickly brought back outside. The air was cool and quickly made me realize how warm the ambulance was. I was rushed inside, surrounded by nurses.

They were on all sides of my body. One wrapped a mask around my mouth before rushing me down a hallway. I look up at the nurses, so eager to help out.

We turned down hallways and went through elevators, going on different floors and corridors. I glanced at room numbers as I sped passed them. We were on the 13th floor. I passed by rooms so quickly. Some were empty and others were occupied. 232... 233.... 234... Then we turned into 235. They counted to three before picking my body up and placing on the hospital bed.

"Guys, I can walk." my words meant nothing as they ignored me and began to demand orders at each other. They cut open my clothes like I was unable to do it myself. "Guys I can do this myself. Really." Again they ignored me. They placed a hospital gown on me. It was a light shade of green, almost pastel. A majority of the nurses left except for two. One was dealing with bags of liquid besides me, the other sat besides me with a clipboard and pen.

"Hello." She was old, maybe in her early 50's. Her face was wrinkly but her voice was soft. "My name is Nurse Joy, but you can call me Joy. From what I understand you were involved in a car accident?"

"Yea, a semi lost control and hit us."

"Alright, what is your name?"

"Castiel Novak."

"Ok." she began to scribble down. "Age?"

"44."

"Alright. Birthday?"

"July 10th, 1973."

"Alright." she looked up at me with a caring smile. Her face was a pale white but she had the rosiest cheeks that stood out. "Any family medical history?"

"My grandmother had heart attacks."

"Anything else? Anything going on with you?"

"No. Not that I'm aware."

Joy smiled. "The only injuries you sustained during the collision was a broken wrist and arm on your right. A few bruises on you upper and lower abdomen. And a cut on your upper cheek on your right."

I moved my left hand up to feel my cheek. It was small but had small medical bandages holding it closed. I look down at my right arm.

"Hold still. Don't move it, I'll be right back with a casting mold." I listened. And thoughts of moving it hurt. I watched Joy leave the room in a swift motion, clipboard and all. I stared out into the hallway. Bustling with nurses and sometimes patients. She came back with a tray of stuff.

"It'll hurt a little but when I begin to mold but not very long."

I didn't say anything as she began the molding process. I tried my hardest not to wince. It felt like forever but soon I had a blank white cast, holding my arm in place, waiting for the heal.

"You're all set!" she began to place everything back on the tray. "You'll need to stay for a few day due to the heart attack history and a few tests will be ran on how your body reacts to the pain killers. If you need to call off sick for a job or something, you can move in about an hour." I nodded. "There's a phone down the hallway towards the lobby." she got up to leave.

"Wait." I choked up enough to speak. "What of Dean? Is he ok?"

Joy turned to me. "Dean?"

"Yes, my boyfriend. He was driving at the time of the accident."

"Oh Winchester. He has to undergo surgery. He retained several injuries. His seat belt malfunctioned and he was thrown. Don't worry. He'll be fine."

"Do you know where he'll be when he's done?"

"He'll be placed on floor 5 for recovery but that should only be for about 12 hours. So tomorrow morning he should be moved to this floor." I look across the hallway and saw a room, but it was occupied. Nurse Joy turned to see what I was looking at. "If he's out by the time Dean has recovered, I'll be sure to move him to that room." Joy winked at me, then left the room. I was left in the silence.

I stared into the room that could possibly be Dean's. There was a guy surrounded by a family. A wife and 3 kids. They were all smiling relieved that their husband and father is ok and safe. I couldn't help but to think about Dean. Was he ok? That family could be us one day. But I don't think Dean is the kid type. But maybe we could have a dog. Dean's talked to me about one before but the apartment is way to small for us two and a dog... No matter the size either. I had a cat for awhile. Muffin. He was a good kitty. He got out once and I spent all day finding him. I never did.

I sighed, wishing for the time to pass to see Dean. I know he'll pull through. He's strong. Looking around I spotted a remote on a nearby table. It was in arms reach so I grabbed and examined the controls. There was a red power button on the top left hand corner. I pressed it out of curiosity. To my luck it was the TV remote. The TV flashed on and the news was on. Dean and I used to watch the news everyday. Some days not even watching it, it just being on. The anchorman was explaining how bad the snow is and a huge blizzard is on its way. He also explained the car accident rates went way up. The ice isn't reacting as predicted with a new chemical that's simular to salt. I was lost in the news. Mostly bad but there was some good news.

"Mr. Novak?" a heard a small knock on the door. I saw a different nurse.

"That's me."

"To my understanding, you want Mr. Winchester in that room over there? Across the hall?" she pointed over shoulder to the open door. I nodded. I looked passed her and noticed it vacant. I smiled. "Dean will be recovering in there. Tomorrow morning you will be allowed to wander as you please. Dean is asleep but he's on his way. The surgery was a success, by the way." she turned on her heels. "He should be sleeping all night tonight and make a full recovery." and she walked out.

I started into the room, anxiously waiting for Dean to be wheeled in. It seemed like forever. Then I heard a faint squeak making it's way down the hall. It got louder until I began to hear foot steps. Then I see Dean, fast asleep in a bed. They moved him over to his permanent place, in the room across from mine. He looked peaceful, strange enough for what we just went through.

I smiled, as the nurses left Dean alone to rest. I'm just glad he's ok. I closed my eyes and sighed. That's when I realized I was tired. My eyes felt so heavy. I started to fall asleep until a horrible feeling rushed over me. What if Dean isn't ok? Should I watch him. As doubt swept over me I jumped upright to sit straight up. I look over at Dean. He resumed in his sleep. My eyes dazed open and closed. I forced myself awake, until I couldn't stay awake any longer. At least I'll see Dean sooner.